Sunday, March 30, 2014

One
night at the NYC gay bar, The Cock, while it’s more of a dive pick-up spot,
guys on the prowl walking around shirtless even when it’s the dead of winter outside
is not an unusual thing. And for this reason, because it had gotten so warm in
there, although I am an exhibitionist, I was apprehensive to take my shirt off
knowing it might give the wrong message to other patrons since I’m never on the
prowl. But I took a chance, and took my shirt off anyway.

One
reason for my apprehension was because in such instances in the past, guys have
been very invasive of my personal space. After all, we are talking about the
male human animal. The male sexual human
animal to be more precise. This time though, most guys were respectful, and anyone
who touched me without my permission only had to be told to stop once. Not more
than once as usual there.

One
person who touched me however, was NOT a guy. It was a girl. Initially, I
thought she was beautiful. Beautiful enough that since I define myself as a
predominately gay bisexual, she had a beauty that teased the small part of me
that’s straight. This was short-lived however, because I realized that she was
drunk off her ass. And drunkenness from either gender is a turn-off. Maybe it’s
my Aries arrogance – wanting you sober so you can be fully aware to enjoy and remember my sexual prowess.

After
I had pretty much written this girl off after a couple of hours of her coming
up to me numerous times rubbing on my chest telling me how hot I was, I realized
that she had a friend with her. Not the usual flamboyant guy that accompanies one
or more girls into a gay bar. But this was another female. She was short with
long blond hair who reminded me of a celebrity. And I knew it was the way her
hair was styled that was throwing me off as to which celebrity. So focusing on
her face, I realized which celebrity she resembled.

It
was Kristen Bell, who you might remember from “Veronica Mars”, and her brief
stint on the show “Heroes”.

I always thought Kristen Bell was beautiful seeing
her on a TV screen. But didn’t realize how beautiful until her look-alike was
standing in front of me, stroking my bare chest, live and in the flesh.

The
drunk girl was in such awe of me that she brought me to the attention of this
Kristen Bell look-alike, who seemed just as attracted to me as I was becoming
more so to her. So when I said that she stroked my chest, trust me, I had no
qualms about it. I immediately had a variety of sexual fantasies of how this
could play out. One fantasy had me taking her to the bathroom, making her pussy
wet, then fucking her senseless with her pleasure yells and moans heard over
the bar’s loud music. Another was of me taking her to the backroom area, freaking
out the immature gays by putting on a show of kissing, oral foreplay, and
straight sex. A third was me taking her number to arrange a fuck session to be
done on an actual bed because the classiness she appeared to have deserved it.
OR lastly,…. me being greedy and go for all three.

What
made my fantasies go that far was the fact that unlike her friend, she seemed
sober. A definite plus in my book.

Thinking
back, I’m wondering why didn’t I make a move to make any of these fantasies
become reality. Actually, a few connecting reasons come to mind. Starting with
the possible reason as to why she touched me in the first place. For despite my
sensing an attraction to me, I had to wonder: What if I was wrong? What if the
only reason she felt comfortable touching me was because I was a male in a gay bar, which thereby makes me
unlikely to respond in a way that makes her feel violated. While I know some
females come into a gay male bar looking for what I call a “proof fuck” – a guy
they feel a one night stand will turn a gay male straight, that’s not every
straight woman in a gay bar’s story. Some women come in just for the illusion of turning the tables. Which is
why as much as I wanted to, I refrained from blurting out my bisexuality. Truth
be told, I’m more quick to reveal my bisexuality in pansexual environments
anyway.

Outside
of those reasons, there’s also the age-old saying, “You are known for the
company that you keep”. And my concern was that she might have been just as
plastered as her friend, but just masked it better. For I had yet to see a group
of girls in a gay bar, and all in that group aren’t plastered to some extent.

Well,
there’s a first time for everything. And maybe this was a first for this. Too
bad the price I paid for not realizing it sooner was my chance to bang her….a
Kristen Bell doppelganger.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

If so, don't be scared. For the ghosts I'll be speaking of in this poem instead of scare us, do more empowering of us when we take a stand.

If you want more details, you'll have to come see me when followed by some erotic haiku, I'll debut this poem as my presentation for The Poetry Salon of The Rainbow Book Fair around 2:40pm EST. The Poetry Salon will be held in Renaissance Room C of the Mezzanine.Here's a map.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

This time, I'm doing something a little different. Instead of poetry,
I'm telling a story. An erotic tale about how one night at the NYC gay bar, The Cock, I came
face-to-face with a celebrity look-alike.The real draw to this story are the fantasies that followed because of this meeting. As well as to why at
of all places, The Cock, did these fantasies stay fantasies, and never
become reality.

I might do poetry if time allows. But regardless, if you're in NYC, then you'll have to come to the event to find out all of this.